How Can You Love Me?

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

The voices were right. Zayn could not be trusted he's not who he seems. He's not the sweet human boy that I have taken quite a liking to. No Zayn is a ruthless vampire that I'm at the moment terrified of.

"No no no..."Zayn finally says he's pacing making sharp turns back and forth. "This wasn't suppose to happen.."

I stare at him blankly still pinned against a wall- well there's nothing holding me there but It feels like it.

"Ok think Malik think....." He's rubbing his temples now. "Ok ok I got it. You." He points to me. "Come with me!" He forcefully grabs my arm. I struggle against his grip.

"Let go of me!" I cry.

"Shut up! Listen to me you will do exactly as I say if you want to live." He says darkly. "We are going to walk out of here like nothing just happened. We are going to still Look like we are dating. Got it?" He asks bitterly.

I don't trust my voice so I just curtly nod and swallow hard. Zayn grabs my hand his icy fingers curling around my warm ones. Now it makes sense.....how could I not seen it before? He is ice cold, he hardly ever eats, he's faster than Louis and Harry combined, he's stronger than Harry and Louis combined, he never talked about his parents or sisters much because most likely they are dead. Oh my God doesn't Niall know? Is he going to kill me next? What is going to happen next? Does he have something to do with the voices? Are there more vampires? Werewolves? Zombies? Ghosts? Zayn is starting to walk ahead of me, me lagging behind him.

"Try an keep up would ya?" He spits.

"Well if you would slow down." I finally find my voice.

"Don't get smart with me." He barks.

I roll my eyes he drags me to I don't even know where. Back to the truck I assume. Finally the truck is in site. He goes up to Niall motioning to get up.

"What's going on?" He questions.

"Uhm, Jade doesn't feel well so I think I'm going to take her to the hotel."

Niall looked closely at his shirt his eyes widening slightly. "Oh! Yeah we'll get a ride with Harry." Harry looks up now.

"What's up?" He whispers. Zayn looks to me.

"I don't feel well. Probably all the excitement of today or all the blood in the movie." I pretend to shrug it off. Technically I'm not lying, I do feel sick. I feel sick that I've kissed a mouth that's taken lives away from teenagers. I feel like throwing up.

"Sorry babes. Feel better." I hear Louis say.

Harry and Louis call me babes, it's become sorta a nickname for me.

"Yea bye guys."

This may be my last goodbye to them.

Niall and Laura get off the bed if the tailgate putting up. I quickly climb in the truck Zayn hops in effortlessly revving the engine. When we are far enough from the drive in Zayn starts banging his hands on the steering wheel making me flinch. I try to create as much space between us as possible.

"Fuck!" He shouts. "This wasn't suppose to happen!"

I flinch.

"You weren't suppose to see that. It's too early!" His voice is bitter and rough. I pull my knees up to my chest.

I want to ask if he's going to kill me. I want to cry. I want to scream. Scream until my lungs burn. That opinion seems best.

"Ughhh I can't think!" He practically screams.